A couple weeks ago I shared a a pretty big secret. Now, I’m not super religious. In fact, I’m not really religious at all. I never go to church. I don’t even go on Christmas or Easter anymore. Due to a number of events that have occurred in my life, I’m just not sure what
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Potty mouth? Me? WTF are you talking about?
Not too long ago, Number 4 asked me, “Mom, why is a bad word a bad word?” And I had no answer for her. “That’s a good question,” I said. “Who decides which words are bad, and which ones are okay?” she continued. And all I could come up with was, “I have no idea.”
This too shall pass. In about 18 years.
So yesterday I wrote about how I had a parenting moment that I wasn’t exactly proud of. I mean, it wasn’t like a Mommy Dearest moment. But I wish I had gone about it differently. I did apologize to the boys about it. I did admit that I wished I had handled it differently. I acknowledged
I call a time out. I call a do over.
Yesterday I messed up. I lost my patience with Number 1 and 2. My reasons for being upset were justified. But I’m not exactly happy with the way I went about handling the whole situation. I want a rewind button. Or even better… a delete key. I need a Microsoft Word app for my life. I would like to
By my calculations, there are 347, 953 leftover calories in this house.
I was going to get right back into the swing of things today. Structure. Order. Routine. Because the last two days have been spent stressing. Rushing. Cooking. Cleaning. Wrapping. And waiting… or not waiting… Opening… and jamming. It was literally a blur. So today I’ll spend the day like this. Enjoying. And Appreciating. Oh yeah.
Ohhhhh, Fffffffffffuuuuuuudge.
I put the last present under the tree at 2:30 a.m. I figured I’d take the morning off today, seeing as I only had about 3 hours before Number 5 woke up. But I was wrong. I had one hour. At 3:30 I heard talking, crying and yelling all coming from Number 3, 4, and 5’s room.